JJ Maybank imagines

i'm with you

TW: abuse, degrading
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i'm with you: when jj walks in on y/n's dad screaming at her for running off with the pogues they get into an argument
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South America. How the hell did we all get roped into going to South America to save Big John?

After promising the pogues we'd all meet at the tarmac in an hour I braced myself for what was going to happen once I entered my house. My dad isn't the most pleasant man to be around. In fact, I don't have a single good memory with him.

My hand slowly twisted the door handle open and I entered the house, being as quiet as I could. All I needed was some clothes, my knife, and I was gone. For how long? Who knows.

"Well, if it isn't my sorry excuse of a daughter." My dad sat his beer onto the coffee table with a clink and I winced at his words, "Come home to tell your old man you're sorry for running off again?"

"I'm actually, uh," I stuttered when he stood up and walked in my direction, "I came to say goodbye, again." My hands were shaking as he got closer, the breathing in my throat hitching and my eyes did their best not to make contact with his.

"Where do you think you're going? Not runnin' after that damn gold I'd hope." He had a sick smirk on his lips as he leaned his hand onto the front door, closing it the rest of the way.

"Rescue mission," I said as my eyes stared at my converse, "Gotta go save Big John." Instead of sitting in silence waiting for his response I began walking towards my room, which was right down the hall. Being abruptly stopped by a tug at my hair I was pulled to the ground.

"You're not going anywhere." My dad scolded, raising his fist and I closed my eyes, "You disappear for months and now you think you can just come and go as you please!?" His hands tugged at my shirt to lift me off the ground and shoved my back against the wall.

"Like you ever cared," I spat, "Did you even notice I was gone?" He lifted me up and the tips of my feet did their best to hold myself up so I could breathe.

"It's those damn friends of yours!" He pulled me away from the wall only to slam me back into it, sending pain through the back of my head much worse than any type of migraine I've ever had, "You're staying right here, at home, with me."

I looked away and out the window when I saw a figure through the glass. My fathers hand smacked my jaw to make me look at him, "Fuck you." I clenched my jaw and tried pushing him away but it was no use.

The front door was opened and JJ walked in confidently, making his way over to my dad and punching him in the face. My body fell to the floor and I tried to catch my breath.

"You okay? Did he hurt you?" JJ asked as I slowly got up, "I had a bad feeling so I came over." JJ is the only one who knows about my home life, the only one who knows what my dad does to me. His arms went around me and pulled me into his chest when my father got off the ground, "Back up!" He warned.

My dad jokingly acted scared, blood dripping from his lips as a result of JJ punching him, and he took one step slower to us. As he did JJ pushed my behind his back, acting as a barrier.

"You're not taking my daughter anywhere." My dad held his hand out to me in an attempt to get me to walk to him but I denied, holding my ground behind the blonde.

"Only way you're getting to her is to go through me." JJ straightened his posture and I felt his arms flex under my hold on him. He came here prepared, that's for sure. My dad and him were now practically standing chest to chest, both of them breathing heavily as anger radiated off of them, "C'mon, old man, hit me!" JJ yelled, "Hit me like you hit her!"

My dad brought his arm back to send a punch but JJ dodged it, running his body into his and tackling him to the ground, "JJ!" I cried, attempting to grab his arm but was shrugged off. My body landed on the floor with a slight thud as I watched the two go at it, each of them landing hits. I didn't know what else to do, but when I saw my dad beginning to gain leverage on JJ something inside of me snapped.

"Get off him!" I screamed and wrapped my arm around his neck, squeezing as hard as I could. JJ slipped out from under my dad and looked at me in shock, "I hate you!" My dad stood up off the ground and threw me to the hardwood floor and onto my back.

I felt JJ's arms securely go around me and pull me to my feet, my chest heaving, "Go!" My dad pointed to the door, "Five seconds to get the fuck out of my house before I get the gun. Go!"

Neither of us wasted any time as we rushed out of the house and ran to JJ's bike, "Are you okay? Look at me." He tried examining me but I shooed his hands away.

"On the plane, we don't have time," I hurried him onto the bike, "He will shoot us, Jay." As my leg swung over the bike I heard my dad yell from the porch.

"You leave with him, you don't come back! You hear me!?" I closed my eyes and tried to shut him out, "You are not my daughter!" My arms squeezed tight around JJ's torso as my cheek pressed against his back for a sense of safety and comfort.

"You with me?" JJ asked and turned his head slightly to hear me better as he revved up his bike. I looked to him with tears in my eyes and nodded my head.

"I'm with you." I assured. He squeezed my arms around him as a reminder to hold on and shifted the bike, taking us away from the place I once called home.

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Not my best work but I wanted to write it :)